No one wants to need a blessing.
It offends the self-reliant heart.
But good words have brooded over you
Since the benediction: “It was good.”
And sometimes blessings sound like curses,
When kindness and mercy toll like death.
But may our blessing and our cursing
Reverberate with Love’s own breath.
May you lose the war.
May you lose the game.
May you lose your money.
May you lose your fame.
Perhaps if you’re like me you’ve been drawn into the popular Netflix show Stranger Things. It can be suspenseful at times, but I love the characters at the center of the story. (I got into trouble for recommending it to my spouse who doesn’t like scary shows. I described it as “other-worldly,” which made her think it was going to be like Narnia or Lord of the Rings. But it’s more like Stephen King than J.R.R. Tolkien.)
I don’t think it’s giving too much away (consider this your spoiler alert!) to say the young characters in the series encounter an alternate dimension called the Upside Down. The Upside Down is like a mirror version of our world. It shares the same locations and infrastructure of this world, but is full of decay, darkness, and monsters.
Nearly a year ago, my grandpa Bob Twiton died. Since then my family has been through its share of “firsts” – our first Easter without grandpa, birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmas. I know of several other families who are going through the same journey of grief.
My grandpa was a pastor for over 50 years. It’s remarkable to think of the number of weddings, baptisms, funerals, visits, council meetings, confirmation lessons, and sermons that can happen in a half century. I remember, too, the stories grandpa passed on from his life and ministry.
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